37: Chapter 38 You Kissed (2)
37: Chapter 38 You Kissed (2)
She touched her still aching neck and walked to the vanity to look at the rose on her neck, pursed her lips, and immediately strode to the wardrobe.
Opening the suitcase, she yanked open the closet doors and quickly pulled out several sets of clothes to throw into the suitcase, then she walked over to the desk and opened the safe.
She took out two bundles of cash and some important documents and placed them on the desk.
She raised an eyebrow and then took an envelope from a secret compartment in the safe.
Inside the envelope was a golden card, which shone gleamingly under the light.
If Huangfu Jue were here at this moment, he would immediately recognize that the card was the gold card only available to high-level VIP customers of Swiss Bank.
She put the card back in the envelope, stood up, and threw the important items she had gathered from the desk into the suitcase in one go.
Crouching down, she sorted through the contents of the suitcase, cursing under her breath.
“Xiaotang had finally found a suitable school and had just begun to adapt to life here—why did you have to come looking for us…
She understood Huangfu Jue’s temperament well; the man always kept his word.
At this time, trying to get him to give up was impossible.
If she could not face him, at least she could hide from him.
After packing everything neatly in the suitcase, Gan Yuan stood up and walked out of the bedroom, tiptoeing to the door of the little one’s bedroom and gently pushing open the door.
Inside, only a small nightlight was on.
The little one had already taken a bath and was lying in bed, sleeping sweetly at the moment.
Under the dim light, the child curled up slightly with both small hands outside the blanket, fingers like jade, face delicate, resembling a sleeping angel.
Looking at her son, her gaze immediately softened again.
No matter how great the difficulties or bad her mood, just seeing him could make her feel joy deep from the bottom of her heart.
The little one seemed to be dreaming, mumbling softly.
Bending down, Gan Yuan gently adjusted his blanket and kissed his short hair.
Her hand reached out and soothingly patted his back.
Sleep well, Xiaotang…”
The kid settled down again, and Gan Yuan straightened up ready to leave when she felt something hard by his pillow.
With a look of puzzlement, she lifted his sheets and saw a large hard-covered book lying wide open underneath.
On the cover was a half body portrait of a man with the words “My Daddy” written above it.
It was a children’s picture book.
When mother and son were browsing a bookstore previously, the salesperson had recommended it, but the little one just turned his face away and retorted with a “Childish.”
Now, the book was at his bedside—could he have bought it himself?
Gan Yuan flipped through the book in her hands; it was a picture book.
On the first page, there was an illustration with only one line of text below it.
“This is my daddy; he’s really great.”
Next to it, written in crayon were several lines of slightly naive Chinese, clearly added by the kid himself.
“My daddy is definitely not this ugly and fat.”
Gan Yuan turned to the next page and immediately saw the drawing paper clipped in the book.
At the top of the paper were the words “My Daddy,” and below was a simple sketch of a man.
The body was fully drawn, but the face was unfinished.
The nose and mouth were drawn, but the eyes and hair were yet to be filled in.
Staring at the unfinished drawing before her, Gan Yuan tightly pursed her lips.